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Issue: 1054 | 27th day of Running, Y28 |
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"Stuck: A Pound Story" by shaman_i_am
No matter what I do, I just can't get them to see me.
Owners walk by, all different kinds, to look at my friends. Like wares in a shop, they're judged and inspected until somehow, some of them are deemed adequate. Those lucky few get scooped up and taken to a new home... especially if they have what the owners call 'good names.' My Cybunny ears always hear them say things like 'Ooh, what a beautiful name!' and 'This name speaks to me!' I wish my name would 'speak' to someone, whatever that means. I guess Blubunbun isn't special enough to get anyone's attention. I'm starting to think that my name actually REPELS people. Is that possible?
I weave my way in between some of the bigger Pets on my way to the cafeteria. In my haste, I bump into a Green Grarrl.
Oh boy, now you've done it, I wince to myself.
The behemoth turns around, anger on his face. "Hey! Who did that?" he growls, knuckles cracking. "You're gonna get a pounding!"
He scans his surroundings. His red eyes pass right over me. I realize something, this time with relief, other times with frustration and sadness. This Neopet - like so many of his peers and even the owners - does not know I exist.
Just for fun and as a little experiment, I shout with a mixture of fear and adrenaline,
"I'm right in front of you, big bully!"
He has no reaction. The Pets he can see have cleared out of his way, trembling in fear. Each one believes they're somehow responsible for starting this whole thing. Part of me wants to tell them what really happened, but none of them are looking at me. I am Hidden. With a sigh, I find a way through the crowd. Clutching the book in my paws, my mind pulses, frustration giving way to excitement.
The cafeteria is, as usual, a crowded mess. I dart through gaps in the busy line of Pets waiting for food. I recognize some of them - especially Star_pony_508, the Red Uni who first greeted me when I arrived here. I just call her Star. Nicknames are a necessity over here.
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